Publisher's Synopsis
After the success of 44 in audio Peter Sheridan returns with Forty Seven Roses - a book about love, family and the nature of obsession which is published simultaneously with the hardback edition. From as far back as I can remember, Da lied about his height. He claimed he was five feet six and a half with his shoes on but he didn't look a centimetre over five feet four. At a push, he admitted to five feet five and a half, in his stocking feet. I suspected the lie from the time I was a kid. It was only when I grew up that I found him out for sure. I'm taller than Da but I am only five feet five and a half, in my bare feet, independently measured, no bullshit. The horrible thing is that when I'm asked my height I always round it up to five feet six. I don't understand the need to be that extra half inch taller. Why can't I be happy with what I am? Why do I have to inherit my father's complex? Do all men lie about their height because they believe it's a measure of their penis size?
